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Out-Out By Robert Frost (Poetry Reading)

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Uploaded by on Mar 15, 2010

The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it. And from there those that lifted eyes could count Five mountain ranges one behing the other Under the sunset far into Vermont. And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled, As it ran light, or had to bear a load. And nothing happened: day was all but done. Call it a day, I wish they might have said To please the boy by giving him the half hour That a boy counts so much when saved from work. His sister stood beside him in her apron To tell them "Supper." At the word, the saw, As if it meant to prove saws know what supper meant, Leaped out at the boy's hand, or seemed to leap - He must have given the hand. However it was, Neither refused the meeting. But the hand! Half in appeal, but half as if to keep The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all - Since he was old enough to know, big boy Doing a man's work, though a child at heart - He saw all was spoiled. "Don't let him cut my hand off - The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!" So. The hand was gone already. The doctor put him in the dark of ether. He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath. And then - the watcher at his pulse took a fright. No one believed. They listened to his heart. Little - less - nothing! - and that ended it. No more to build on there. And they, since they Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.

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  • its supposed to be read in a new england accent to bring out the 'tune' in it

  • @caoimheb04blake Good point. However, i'm not so concerned with interpretation. My interest is only in the words. Perhaps when my schedule isn't so hectic, i'll re-do the piece as prescribed. It would be quite a challenge.

  • is the accent real?

  • @LucidDivinity I'm not sure what you mean. I try to speak the poem without dramatic implication or interpretation of any kind. My idea is let the reader hear and interpret the piece for him/herself.

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  • Well that was an unexpected developement. Had me balling by the end!

  • @RodneyShaneRuss Oh, ok. I was just wondering if you were using whatever particular accent that Robert Frost was known to have :)

  • Morgan Freeman ?

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